OceanMy feet peddled around. Fast, fast, too fast to be able to do it for long. I held my head up, screaming, screaming, crying out for someone. Anyone who would be there. help me, help me. Please. Help me. But there was no one there and there was no air to breathe. No air to scream. No air for sound and my feet felt heavier and heavier and I got cold. My arms got stiff and the water was blurry before my eyes. How did I get here, how will I ever get away from here? Slowly my arms started to sink deeper in the water, and I could hardly see the surface. Where was I, where was I, where will I be when Im somewhere? And I started to cry, to cry, but who would notice these big salty tears when theres an ocean full of them? And I was alone, I was lonely. This was the most alone Id ever been.More Like This
The FlyThere was a dead fly in my bath.More Like This
I did not like this much because it meant that I would have to scoop it out with my bare hands and it might've touched me, which would've been even worse, because it could have been hoarding around a whole list of deadly diseases and who knows what else.
Hello, it said, as though surprised to see me.
Hello, I replied, eying it.
I'm dying, it said.
I know, I mumbled. I'm sorry. (What else could I say?)
It's not a good way to go, it continued. Drowning, that is. In fact, it's rather terrible.
I nodded patiently. These were, after all, its last words, and I thought I ought to pay respect to it. All things great and small, and all that.
You see, it said, once the water seeps into your lungs, you start coughing, and then you can't get it out, so you're sick. Now, not that I'm unaccustomed to being sick actually, I do it quite a bit but it's never a pleasant experience, especially when you're dying. Anyway, after you're sick, you choke on that a
Operation: FluffysheepOperation: Fluffysheep! by Mike JenkinsMore Like This
I have this wonderful idea for a science experiment, make fluffier sheep! But not your ordinary average day sheep that you would find on a sheep farm, oh no. These are the sheep that dreams are made of. That's right, the sheep you count in your sleep are what I'm talking about. You see, the sheep in my dreams have very coarse hair that isn't soft at all, so I want to make them fluffier. A friend of mine who shares my interest in dreamy sheep was kind enough to share one of her sheep with me. Something stood out about her sheep though, and it was that they are so much softer, and fluffier than my sheep. It was in that moment that I realised I wanted my sheep to be as fluffy as hers. That's how I got the idea to cross breed my sheep with her sheep and see if I could get even FLUFFIER sheep!
So how do I get my hands on her sheep you ask. I could ask her if I could borrow more sheep, since I'd like to have more than one of her sheep, but I'm n